Cold Getting Colder

Bubble bursts
and it hurts to give up on a dream.
No longer able to pretend
things are better than they seem.
With all the lies I've been told,
Who the hell should I believe?
It's getting old as I grow older.
Conditioned to be cold,
And getting colder.
You can thank reality.
I know all too well how bad it can be.

Who are we to judge?
And why do we in the first place?
Why does everything have to be a race?
Which one of us is best,
Or better at least?
Why do some people find peace
In other's misery?
And how are people like me,
Supposed to know what to do?
And how do people like you look down?
The position in which I'm currently found
Is hardly my fault...
Not entirely anyway.
Who's gonna screw me over today?
It's SO SAD that I've learned to think that way.

Some days I just want to say "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Disregard is all I've ever known.
No place like home,
But I don't have my own.
Built this house of cards,
Buying time until it falls.
Just need four walls that don't come crashing down.
Someone I can count on to be around.
Tired of it being all for not.
Trying to hold on to what little I've got,
Can't bear to lose it all.
How much farther can I fall?